I have multiple friends who are currently struggling with depression. I have absolutely nothing but respect for them. I realize that they can’t just “get over” it. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be in a contant stuggle with yourself every single day. Fighting inside your brain for control over your body and emotions. You do not come home after a bad day and feel depressed. It is a real problem. Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t consuming them. And the worst thing for the people around them is realizing there’s nothing you can do, except be there in case they reach out to you. How can something that detroys people and relationships not be real?